A little more rewind today. Sometimes hindsight is more than 20/20.
Remember this about Jake and jury duty last January?
"While inside the courtroom, Jake was allowed to go through voir dire (the juror questioning process) in a private room." TMZ.com

Did you ever think the the reason he wanted the private interview, was because of this:
August 11, 2005
....Toothy Tile, on the other orgasmic hand, does mind. Or maybe not? Hmmm.
As any reader of this filthy column knows damn well by now, our boy Tooth--much like Seymour, above--likes taking chances. He does it in the parking garages of Hell-Ay's more bourgeois shopping centers. On restaurant balconies--hell, wherever there's a chance of getting caught.
Just like he did last weekend. Parking lot right off the Strip. T.T. and his b-f (for whom, I'm told, Toothy has considered very heavily coming out of the proverbial media closet) were "hard-core" doing the diddly, say their concerned amigos.
Only problem was, a security cop called the real coppers, who hand-slapped T.T. something good. Alas, somebody's somebody called the head somebody at the police station, and the whole thing got covered up--just like most of the fun stuff does in this ass-greasing enclave.
They may have made the call to get them sprung and keep everything on the QT but in open court answering you got to tell the truth if you have ever been arrested and saying yes could have rocked more than the bench especially if you have to explain what you were doing.
He despite looking like he was in the rough, he might have ended up getting an eagle out of it.

